Entropy Pervading
The Homunculus were defeated, but years later was the planet really saved? There are always dangers but who will stand when the worlds heroes have fallen. Post-Brotherhood
Follows post-Brotherhood with slight differences, they will be explained as we go, for the most part the story is set in an imagined future. I'm going to put this chapter up to see what sort of reaction there is and if I want to keep going for it. This is a short, quickly written chapter to get down some ideas, I thought it's about time for something a little more serious. Since serious is outside my usual style I'd love to hear what everyone thinks. I've got some big ideas about this one this is just the tip.
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Excluding my original storyline and any original characters, anything else is the property of its rightful owner.
Prologue
Tough Times
Gunshots rang out in the never ending alleyways of Central. A young man span around, his red cloak partially hiding his mismatched hands. With a clap the ground rose up, building itself in squares between him and his pursuers. The standardised use of automatic weapons had made an alchemists life a hard one. These days it didn't take an army, even a single soldier could kill an experienced alchemist. The soldiers quickly radioed for their backup to flank him. But they knew it was already too late.
"They're getting too close," mused the man, "didn't this used to be easier?"
He slipped through the narrow streets and alleys. The escape was silent and practised, done countless times. His thoughts occupying his attention too much for comfort.
"No," he reminded himself, "Stay out of the fucking past, Fullmetal is gone. It's just Ed now."
Almost an hour passed and he had barely realised that he had reached his destination. A run down lowlife pub deep in the city's slum. The dark of night doing little to hide its obvious filth and danger.
After entering and ignoring the customary death looks of the patrons, he sat heavily at the bar.
"Usual?" asked the aged and scarred barmaid.
"Yeah," he replied, drinking the shot without delay.
It hadn't even been a minute and Ed could see a shadow approaching him from a dirty corner.
"Hey! You got a nice piece of automail there," slurred a large unsavoury man.
He made a grab at the metal, but the Ed pushed him away. A sly grin spread across the thugs face. The thug went to shove him back, but the Ed pushed his arms down and jabbed his throat. Instinctively he looked down and pulled his hands towards this neck. Ed then swung a powerful punch at his face, a satisfying metallic ring and a crack promoted a slightly sadistic smile. The thug fell to the ground unconscious with blood covering his face. Ed unashamedly searched the man's pockets for money, after finding his prize he put it on the bar.
"More cowboy then?" she asked exhaustedly.
"Yeah it's gonna be one of those nights."
Ed twirled the shot glass in his fingers, absent mindedly studying the milk trails.
"What have I become?"
